Being an opinion columnist comes with a lot of criticism. Any decent opinion, by definition, will have dissenting viewpoints. Over the past two years, it seems as if my best columns had, along with many supporters, hoards of people who disagreed with me. For example, “Cornell’s Sexiest Majors” caused a lot of controversy.

As a graduating senior, my reign as sex columnist is too quickly coming to an end. I’ve spent four years expanding my sexual horizons with adventures such as Arts Quad building rendezvous deemed “study breaks,” woodland lovemaking (on film), girl-on-girl-on-guy action and a recent love sesh on Schoellkopf field where touchdowns were, for once, plentiful.

My freshman year, on Slope Day, I was graced with the opportunity to see a truly inspiring artist, a voice for a generation and a cultural icon. Yes, I am of course talking about Drake, the former wheelchair bound Degrassi star turned Bob-Dylan of rap.

At the start of our final semester at Cornell, worried that time was running out to check everything off our college bucket lists, we attended the Cornell Alumni Leadership Conference in Washington, D.C. From the moment we entered the hotel, we were overwhelmed with enthusiastic, excited alumni.